Big Book of Hatsome One Shots

Hunger Games AU (S)

TW: SUPER ANGST, Major Character Death, Hunger Games!AU

6...5...4...3...2,1 START!

Everything was a mad rush, there were already people fighting for bags full of tools, food and equipment. Trott made a mad dash to the nearby forest, hoping he would find water there. His plan was to hide, hoping nobody would ever find him. He didn't want to be here, but then again, neither did anyone else. He carried on running, as fast as his little legs would take him into the deep forest. He checked behind him, constantly nervous, he had never feared death this much in his entire life.

He turned around in time to see a tall, dark-haired man running towards him. Trott screamed, and ran straight into a nearby bush. This is it. He prepared for the worst when the stranger jumped into the bush after him, landing straight on top.

The tall dark-haired man named Ross, rolled off him and knelt beside the smaller stranger and asked if he was ok.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" Trott replied, to which Ross laughed at.

"Does it look like I ever intended on killing you? I don't even have a weapon." Ross chuckled, hoping they could pair up. All was silenced when another tribute ran past, wielding a knife in his already bloody hands. The tribute stopped right by the bush the pair were hidden in, making Trott draw in a sharp breath. Ross urged him to be quiet, and covered his and Trott's mouth. They watched as the tribute ran out of the forest and back to the Cornucopia.

Ross tugged on Trott's arm, hoping Trott would follow him to a small cave he had spotted hidden by the wild growth of weeds and thorns.They kept low, crawling through the thorns, not caring if they scratched their arm. The worst was to come. The thorns hurt like hell for Trott, who had fallen behind. The thorns were piercing his skin, making him leave a small flecks of blood behind him on the undergrowth.

The cave was dark, and was full of dirt and rotting weeds. Ross made himself at home by lying down and sighing, hoping his life would end soon because this was a miserable way to spend his life. Trott was disguising the cave by putting grass on top and covered the entrance with thorns, pricking himself even more on the way. The cave was almost too dark to see anything. Trott's hands were pretty much shredded and they were only a few hours into the game. He clenched his fists - causing him more pain - to hide them from Ross, but it was too late.

"That looks like it hurts. What did you do!" Ross exclaimed, worried that they wouldn't even survive the first night. Trott pointed to the thorns and Ross sighed and took Trott's hands into his own. He kissed his wrists carefully, blushing slightly. He saw the smile spread across his cheeks. The sensual contact made them both feel more human as the night grew colder. They sat opposite each other, and made a plan of action if anyone was to come in.

After the conversation went quiet for a while, Ross decided it was best to tell Trott about his little 'accident'.

"Trott, I've got something to tell you that may or may not make you want to run."

Trott didn't like the tone of his voice, and grew increasingly worried. He watched as Ross sat up,and shifted uncomfortably. The dark-haired friend pulled his shirt slowly over his head, revealing what seemed like a large bite that was slowly turning purple. Trott couldn't help but gasp.

"Ross.. what happened!"

"I was running in the forest and I tripped... next thing I know there's a rabid wolf tearing at my skin. The odds aren't exactly... in my favour." Ross told Trott, hoping he wouldn't scare him off. The last thing he needed was for a friend to abandon him. "I don't know if it's infected or anything. I don't know what's gonna happen to me. I could die." Having said this, Ross began to cry into Trott's shoulder, not caring that he was half-naked. Trott wasn't sure how to comfort him, so he just stroked his hair and told him everything was going to be okay. Ross ended up falling asleep in the man's lap, feeling especially weak.